Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2)(3)

By: K.C. Lynn


“Yours. Always yours, but there shouldn’t be any sides with the two of you, Sam. The problem is between him and Sawyer. It always has been.”

“Exactly. He hates my brother so of course that affects me, too. And let’s not forget our fathers can’t stand to be around each other either.”

Though, I’ve never understood why.

“Okay. I get it. I do,” she says. “I can assign Tara to their table. I’m sure she’ll have no problem serving a group of sexy firefighters.”

“No!” I reject her offer immediately. “I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I can handle him.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

She shrugs. “Okay, let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will. Thanks.”

Relaying their order to her, I wait while she fills the drinks. When the sound of laughter cuts through the steady noise of the bar, I glance behind me and see it’s coming from their table. Unable to stop myself, my eyes immediately lock with Jase’s. He gives me a cocky wink that has my blood heating to a dangerous temperature.

Turning back around, my eyes land on the bottle of Tabasco next to Zoey. A smile dances across my lips as an idea forms. “Pass me that, will ya?”

“What?” she asks, bringing her attention up to me.

I gesture to the sauce next to her. “That.”

Once she hands it to me, I unscrew the top and tap a few drops into the bottle of Budweiser before soaking the rim with it.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Fighting fire with fire,” I tell her, feeling my smile spread.

“Oh shit. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a little hot sauce. No harm. No foul.”

She shakes her head but a chuckle escapes her. “Fine, but you’re on your own with this one.”

“Don’t worry. I can handle it,” I promise before pointing over her shoulder. “I need a menu too, please.”

After she passes me one, I slide it under my arm then lift my tray and head back over to their table. My smile is radiant as I stop beside Jase first. I place his beer down in front of him then take the thin booklet from under my arm.

“Your menu,” I announce, slapping it against his chest with as much force as I can without losing my tray of drinks.

He flashes me those dimples of his that girls swoon over. “Why thanks, Peaches.”

“No problem, sugar plum,” I toss back, making him and everyone else at the table chuckle.

We’ll see how funny he thinks it is a minute from now.

I keep him in sight as I deliver the rest of the drinks. When I place the last one in front of Cam I see him grab the beer and tilt the bottle to his lips.

Within seconds what fills his mouth spews right back out. “What the fuck?” he sputters, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“Is there a problem with your beer, Jase?” I ask, nothing but sweet innocence coating my tone.

His furious eyes snap to mine. “What the hell did you put in here?”

“Just the Tabasco you ordered. That was you, wasn’t it?” I ask, tapping my bottom lip. “Or maybe it was someone else…”

Laughter erupts around the table; Cam’s being the loudest of all. “This is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jake gives me a nod of approval while Austin reaches over the table, giving me his fist. “There’s that Evans’s spirit.”

Feeling proud of myself, I tap knuckles with him. Jase, however, looks less than amused. He looks downright pissed.

With more courage than I feel, I saunter over to him, placing my hands on either side of his chair. Leaning in close, I try to ignore the way his alluring masculine scent invades my senses. “I tell you what, Crawford. If your mouth is a little hot why don’t you head up to the bar and fetch yourself some water.”

Something dark flashes in his eyes before his gaze drops to my mouth. A gasp parts my lips when he hooks a hand behind my neck and pulls me in closer. So close that I can feel his warm breath whisper across my lips.

“You just waged a war, little girl. I hope you’re prepared.”

Swallowing past my dry throat, I try to calm my wild heartbeat, refusing to let him rattle me. “No, Jase, I just ended it.” I give his freshly shaven jaw a gentle slap. “Now, let me go get you another beer…minus the hot sauce.”